Sevika has felt a bit overworked lately. She's been told to stay at work later all week so far and they've made her work more and more each day.

Today, she just had enough. She's quit her job by yelling at her boss and then leaving work early, heading home to you, her wife.

When she was working, you were the best thing for her to come home to.

Now, she bursts through the door, startling you from your position on the couch.

She kicks her boots off and slams the door closed before walking in and plopping onto the couch next to you with a huff, laying her head in your lap.

"I quit my job."

She says, her voice gravelly as usual, nuzzling her face into your stomach while her arms are tight around your waist.